Pilot (11/?)
Kara Gutierrez was a great many things. Two years on the run got you used to a lot of different work in a very short time. Hijacking, robbery, espionage, arson, and even jaywalking. But not murder - never murder. Her grandmother would have frowned upon it. As if her grandmother wouldn't have frowned upon some of her other deeds.
To be perfectly honest, she didn't think that kid deserved it. Despite the fact that he was her most annoying hostage ever, she didn't need the blood of some rat on her hands.
That being said, she needed to get out of here, and fast. Dave's wounds would slow him down, but Mercury was not a safe planet for Kara, even after she'd shaken off the Earth cops. She had plenty of enemies here, and she didn't have a ship - yet.
Mercury was a hot planet pimpled with cities. Most cities gave way at their limits to either more rural parts of the planet, or to nigh-uninhabitable deserts, such as the one Kara had crash-landed in earlier. Those areas were sparsely populated, but Mercurian cities were so cramped with people that Kara could barely believe the planet hadnt fallen out of orbit yet.
If she had known she would end up here, she wouldn't have worn her jacket. At least she could ditch it somewhere for a chance at shaking off anyone looking for her description. Continuing to push through the crowd, she shrugged off the jacket and resolved to bin it as soon as she wasn't so crowded. A bit of a shame, though: Granny would have liked the crucifix. Maybe she could find one like it next payday. But who knew when that would be…
Worrying slows you down, she reminded herself. She'd survived breaking through the Tunnel. She could easily find a new job. There was a safe house not too far from here. Yes, Mercury was an unfriendly planet, but the underground organizations of the galaxy were everywhere.
"No big deal."
